Roadsong Songtext
von James O'Brien

City lay by the lake
Like a hand
Like a thumb, thumb
Hillside, hillside
Two p.m., dog day afternoon
Just got in
Bus stop still steaming
Like Albany
Cheap coffee
Styrofoam
The voice of Jehovah
I take a left
I take a curl
I take hot shower
I take hard soap
I take propaganda
And you and me in the rain


Who is the king here
Is it a good call
Yeah, well it′s a good call
We all lock arms
And dance around the ivory tower
This is not working right
This is not living well
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you

Tight stovepipe black baby shirt girl
Standing in the doorway
Waiting for the big sauce
Double shot soy top cappuccino
Shot of red red brick under umbrella
Dissolve
New scene
You and me in the heart of ship city

Who is the king here
Is it a good call
Yeah, well it's a good call
We all lock arms
And dance around the ivory tower
This is not working right
This is not living well
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you


I know this city
I know this bridge
One car length
Two car lengths
Three
He slaps his knee
He pounds the window
He stuffs his face
He runs to the restroom
I pull the rolled up pants from behind my head
The length of one Greyhound
I pull the rolled up pants from behind my head
The length of one Greyhound

Who is the king here
Is it a good call
Yeah, well it′s a good call
We all lock arms
And dance around the ivory tower
This is not working right
This is not living well
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you
These are the days
These are the nights
These are the days
These are the nights
These are the days and nights
That bring me back to you